Page 29 of Vegas Daddies (Forbidden Fantasies #17)

ALLIE

I t was worrying, objectively. Having a guy you’ve recently fucked in a bar bathroom show up as you’re making out with one of his best friends is a recipe for disaster.

I should have worried immediately that Gavin would be jealous.

That he’d be pissed at me and all hopes of sexy times would be dashed.

But I was the luckiest woman alive—Lady Luck herself—because the opposite happened.

When Gavin started to step into the room, taking slow, deliberate steps that had the air of a jungle cat on the prowl, my already elevated heart rate picked up with yet more anticipation for what was to come.

Hopefully, me. More than once. And I was willing to bet that both of these gorgeous men would be joining me in the cascade of pleasure.

Pure, needy excitement coursed through my veins when Gavin reached me, and it turned to molten lust when he laid a hand on my hip and met Cade’s eyes over my shoulder. Looking past me even as his fingers pressed into my skin like a brand.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she, Cade?” Gavin’s question was a low hum, almost dangerous. Cade made a growl of a sound that meant agreement. I felt him press closer to me, and then the rough tickle of his beard as he brought his lips to the side of my neck.

Gavin watched me melt into Cade’s kiss with steamy pleasure in his expression. His grip tightened on me, and his other hand came up to my other side, just below where Cade still had a hold on me too. The knowledge that they both held me felt just as safe as it was thrilling.

“So sweet,” I heard Cade breath against my skin as he found his way up to my jaw.

With a swift, hard motion, he turned my head toward his and kissed me hard on the mouth again.

It was a strain to reach him. My whole body wanted to turn and sink fully into the kiss, meld my front to his, but Gavin’s strong hands held me in place.

As if sensing my need for friction, my pussy calling out for attention, I felt a hard male body fit against me like a key into a lock.

I gasped, breaking contact with Cade’s mouth as I did.

Gavin took that opportunity to talk through me again.

“I think she wants us to taste her pussy, Cade.”

The moan that left my lips was an involuntary response to that idea. Fresh, wet heat pulsed between my legs.

“I’d love nothing more,” Cade said, and like they’d rehearsed this, with perfectly in sync movements, I felt myself being lifted off the floor and laid back on Cade’s bed.

In the transition, both of the guys had moved to stand in front of me, tall and broad and each distinctly sexy—Gavin’s slim, sinewy arms and skilled hands that had made me come apart before, his dark eyes so intent on my face.

Then there was Cade, his well-muscled broad chest, the trimmed beard and sapphire blue eyes, and his radiating strength.

My legs fell open, and though I’d felt like a doll before, intoxicated by the idea of them using me to their own ends, I couldn’t tamp down my usual need to take charge.

“Don’t leave me waiting.”

As if I’d activated some kind of switch, both men dropped to their knees before me, and their hands were grasping at the little romper I’d thrown on in hopes of tempting Gavin into a repeat of our bar bathroom adventure.

It was a solid plan. They realized quickly that to get to my pussy, to taste me like they both wanted to, they’d have to strip me completely naked.

In seconds, I was undressed save for the lacy panties that stuck to my wet folds, and they both watched with hunger in their eyes as I let my hands slide over my bare skin, coming up to cup my breasts.

Putting on a show for them as I satisfied my own need for touch the way I’d done for years before they showed up.

I squeezed, started to tease my own nipples, while my eyes flicked between the two men, daring them to join in.

Cade proved too impatient to wait another second. I gasped as he pulled me to the edge of the bed, jerking my spread thighs toward him until he could kiss my pussy through the thin material as thoroughly as he’d taken my mouth.

“Mmm,” he hummed, like I was some rare delicacy. One of his thick fingers traced the edge of the lace, then jerked my panties out of the way, exposing me to the air. He took a deep breath, savoring my scent, and my whole body flushed red.

In seconds, he was yanking my panties down, flinging them across the room in his haste to get me fully bare. He growled again, almost feral, animal-like, as he sank his hot mouth onto my flesh.

Hot, slick heaven. Cade surprised me by growling again the second his tongue found my core, a low, rumbling hum that I felt against my clit.

He was always so composed, but in this, he was raw.

He started to devour me in earnest, like his only goal in life was to eat me until I came all over his beard.

And fuck, the beard . The extra friction of his rough hair against my sensitive inner thighs, my outer labia, was even better than I remembered it.

How had I forgotten such a perfect detail from our night together in Vegas, alcohol or not?

I was almost too wrapped up in the sensation to notice that Gavin’s hands were sliding up my inner thighs too.

And when I realized he was spreading me open further with his deft thumbs, giving Cade greater access to every secret crevice of my sex, I surprised myself by coming apart.

It never took so little—just a minute or two of oral, though it was undoubtedly good—for me to orgasm.

But the heightened eroticism of this whole affair had me on a knife’s edge.

I heard Gavin laugh in delight as I spasmed, and Cade made no efforts to slow down even as my hips twitched and my breaths came out in jerky gasps.

I was still being licked to the verge of insanity, my climax drawn out to near pain, and Gavin’s words didn’t lessen the effect.

“Delicious, isn’t she?” A purr. Sensual and possessive.

Cade agreed, making another hum that made me cry out when he positioned the vibration directly over my still pulsing clit. I whimpered, gasped.

“My turn, Cade. Go give some attention to those perfect tits.”

Yes, please. While my pussy was being worshipped, the rest of my body longed for their machinations too.

Cade didn’t bristle at the order, since he seemed just as interested in my breasts as he was my clit.

I had a few seconds of relief, my oversensitive pussy still throbbing all over from the aftereffects of my orgasm, before there was suddenly an assault of two mouths on me at once.

As Gavin took up the job of running slow, sensual licks through my wetness, Cade sucked my breast’s stiff peak with a strong pull that felt like heaven and sin.

I felt myself drift on a wave of pleasure that erased all the thoughts from my head.

This was my personal definition of paradise—or it would be the second one of them fucked me for real.

I wished that Luca was here. Greedy a thought as it was, if I could keep these mouths and have his hard cock inside me too, I’d reach the highest level of bliss. As if reading my mind, I felt Gavin slide two long fingers into my channel, hooking them up to stroke my G-spot.

“Fuck,” I let out on a long breath. It felt so good, it almost hurt. Cade blew a cool breath over my wet nipple in that same moment, hardening it further. He then took up the job of massaging it with his fingers as his eager mouth moved to my other breast.

One of my hands was in Cade’s hair, holding him to me in a gentle cradle, while the other tangled in Gavin’s dark curls, urging him to keep up the magic his mouth was working.

I pulled his hair at the root, rocking my hips up into his mouth, grinding into him as he feasted.

When my second orgasm swept over me, brutal and all-consuming, I wondered if I’d actually died and gone to heaven.

But the pleasure still wasn’t over, hadn’t even reached its highest peak, because that was when the two men— my two men—moved around me, changing places in perfect harmony.

I wondered idly if they’d choreographed this somehow, and the thought of them planning how thoroughly they’d fuck me together made yet more wetness gush between my legs.

I’d never be anything but drenched for them again.

“You need to get inside this perfect pussy,” Gavin gushed to Cade, the memory of our night after the open mic practically tangible on his face.

“It’s better than you remember. So fucking tight and hot and ready.

” He was watching me with such intensity that I felt the heat of his gaze on my skin, moving across my tits and tummy and down to the triangle of red curls like a spark.

“Condom?” Cade asked gruffly. I watched, mouth watering, as he pulled his shirt off over his head and started to undo his pants. I heard Gavin unbuckling his own belt too. My pussy throbbed in anticipation.

“No need,” I panted, grateful that I didn’t have to worry, that there would be nothing separating him from me.

Either of them. I met those blue eyes, sitting up a little on the mattress to get a better look at him in all his glory.

He took his cock in hand and dropped his pants in one quick, seductive movement, and I watched, crazed, as he stroked his hard thickness.

“Please, Cade. I haven’t had you inside me in way, way too long. I…I need it.”

I did need it. More than I’d ever needed anything.

I’d remembered his impressive size over the years, but seeing it again in person, red and hard and slick with precum as he held himself in one of those strong woodworker’s hands…

the memory hadn’t held up. He was almost big enough that I feared he wouldn’t fit, though I knew he would.

And I needed that stretch, needed to feel him come inside me again.